We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. 我们的玫瑰花园，美丽与我们的叶间刺。

To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. 来接你问你的手流血的玫瑰。

What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? 什么是有玫瑰，当你的血不小心脱落的原因是什么？

It must be for something more than vanity. 它必须是一个不是虚荣。

   

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream. 相信我，事实是我们不老实，不是我们梦想的人。

We're not as close as we could be. 我们不是亲如我们可以。

Willing to grow but rains are shallow. 肯增长，但降雨很浅。

Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. 贫瘠，风散石和陆地的种子，我们将。

Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison. 等待出现洪水在监狱里的光。

And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us. 而在当时那种单纯的话会教我们，无苦味就会与我们联系。

Reason will be guided in another way. 之所以会以另一种方式被引导。

   

All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. 所有的时间，但时钟是另一个妖的吞噬我们在伊甸园的时候，在我们的天堂。

Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? 将我们的眼睛看不清楚下面我们来说，所有的花神？

Is there still time? 是否还有时间？

If we wake to discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly? 如果我们醒在生活中发现一个珍贵的爱情，会在醒来变得更加天上？